Song Wan could not help but sigh. She held onto her husband’s hand as they exchanged a look of mutual understanding. They had to give in this time.
“I will not interfere with whatever you do in the future. Married or divorced, you must give us a grandchild as soon as possible.” Chu Jiang’s tone of voice finally loosened up as he sat down.
He had risen through the ranks for the better part of his life. It was time for him to enjoy his retirement, spend time, and cuddle a grandchild.
“I understand, Dad. I will.” Chu Lui smiled faintly. Then he looked at his watch. There was still time for him to go and keep Manni company. However, he came to realize that it had become his responsibility at times. He had given himself this responsibility, and he had to go. His expression darkened. He was getting divorced, but in his heart, it felt hollower.
He cast these weird thoughts aside as he strode out. Finally, that woman had been banished to hell. He should be happy that he had gotten rid of that disgusting woman.
Right. Happy. The corner of his lips curled up, but he did not know why that smile seemed so deliberate. As though he was smiling for the sake of it.
This was not a wholehearted smile. He had forced himself to it.
After Chu Lui left, Song Wan sighed. How could this happen? Ruoxin couldn’t conceive. She liked the child, but if this was true, she would have to be ruthless. After all, she was only human. How could one love if the child wasn’t of their own flesh and blood? Unknown to her, there were some who had not loved their child—even if they had conceived the child themselves.
The clock ticked as time passed. Some people were basking in happiness while others, in pain and agony.
Inside Chu Lui’s villa…
Song Wan looked at Xia Ruoxin with mixed feelings as she sat across her. Her pale, haggard face was as white as snow. It was proof to her that she was not doing well at all. She was in pain.
It had only been a few days since she last saw her, but she looked like another person.
She had thinned. Her collarbone was more protruding. She had always been thin; now, she was practically skin and bones.
“Ruoxin, please don’t blame Ah Lui. It is a fact that he is our only son.” Song Wan tried to sound tactful for fear of causing more pain to this fragile woman who was only a child herself. Could she bear to do it? No, she couldn’t. Ultimately, she had to.
“Ruoxin, I’m sorry. Please agree to the divorce.” She had to be selfish. There’s really not much of a choice. If she wasn’t, the Chu family line would end.
“Mom, you knew I can’t conceive. Chu Lui told you, right?” Xia Ruoxin’s voice was hoarse; there was no pitch to it. It made hearing hard.
Song Wan was stunned for a moment, and then she nodded. She raised her hand and rested it on Xia Ruoxin’s head after a long time. She caressed her hair like how a mother would do. It pained Xia Ruoxin more.
“Ruoxin, I know you are a good child, and you love Chu Lui with all your heart. We are really sorry… please forgive us.”
Song Wan could not help but sigh. She held onto her husband’s hand as they exchanged a look of mutual understanding. They had to give in this time.
“I will not interfere with whatever you do in the future. Married or divorced, you must give us a grandchild as soon as possible.” Chu Jiang’s tone of voice finally loosened up as he sat down.
He had risen through the ranks for the better part of his life. It was time for him to enjoy his retirement, spend time, and cuddle a grandchild.
“I understand, Dad. I will.” Chu Lui smiled faintly. Then he looked at his watch. There was still time for him to go and keep Manni company. However, he came to realize that it had become his responsibility at times. He had given himself this responsibility, and he had to go. His expression darkened. He was getting divorced, but in his heart, it felt hollower.
He cast these weird thoughts aside as he strode out. Finally, that woman had been banished to hell. He should be happy that he had gotten rid of that disgusting woman.
Right. Happy. The corner of his lips curled up, but he did not know why that smile seemed so deliberate. As though he was smiling for the sake of it.
This was not a wholehearted smile. He had forced himself to it.
After Chu Lui left, Song Wan sighed. How could this happen? Ruoxin couldn’t conceive. She liked the child, but if this was true, she would have to be ruthless. After all, she was only human. How could one love if the child wasn’t of their own flesh and blood? Unknown to her, there were some who had not loved their child—even if they had conceived the child themselves.
The clock ticked as time passed. Some people were basking in happiness while others, in pain and agony.
Inside Chu Lui’s villa…
Song Wan looked at Xia Ruoxin with mixed feelings as she sat across her. Her pale, haggard face was as white as snow. It was proof to her that she was not doing well at all. She was in pain.
It had only been a few days since she last saw her, but she looked like another person.
She had thinned. Her collarbone was more protruding. She had always been thin; now, she was practically skin and bones.
“Ruoxin, please don’t blame Ah Lui. It is a fact that he is our only son.” Song Wan tried to sound tactful for fear of causing more pain to this fragile woman who was only a child herself. Could she bear to do it? No, she couldn’t. Ultimately, she had to.
“Ruoxin, I’m sorry. Please agree to the divorce.” She had to be selfish. There’s really not much of a choice. If she wasn’t, the Chu family line would end.
“Mom, you knew I can’t conceive. Chu Lui told you, right?” Xia Ruoxin’s voice was hoarse; there was no pitch to it. It made hearing hard.
Song Wan was stunned for a moment, and then she nodded. She raised her hand and rested it on Xia Ruoxin’s head after a long time. She caressed her hair like how a mother would do. It pained Xia Ruoxin more.
“Ruoxin, I know you are a good child, and you love Chu Lui with all your heart. We are really sorry… please forgive us.”
